We are twin reflections of each other Except I’m on the top And I refuse to look down. We are twin reflections of each other Except I’m on the bottom Looking up, consistently looking up. We stand side by side Twin towers of poverty and privilege But only one side sees the other. Look down any famous street Or infamous street And you will see us Even if you don’t like us. We are twin reflections of each other Except I stand in the light And can order the sun to shine. We are twin reflections of each other Except I stand in the dark And made the moon into a friend of mine. We are twins Connected at the umbilical cord Yet still full of disharmony, discord. We are twins Yet I stand tall at my brother’s expense. We are twins Yet I must crawl with a slave’s pretense. We are twins, connected at the hipbone. Neither one of us could exist without the other. We are twins The twin towers of poverty and privilege. We stand tall, very tall. We loom large in the world. We find our way to, and take over, your consciousness. We hold the world in sway. Oh, look, a plane is coming our way. Come, plane, come. We are the twin towers of poverty and privilege. And there is nothing permanent that one plane, two planes, three planes, four can do to us. Our physical structure can be tortured. The steel that holds us can be made to scream. People can go blind from the ash of our physical destruction. People can die from the heaviness of us falling on them But once the wind clears the ash, once time has silenced the cries And the mourning colors are no longer worn We will be rebuilt even higher than before. We won’t be rebuilt as ourselves, twins. We will be rebuilt as a single monument to The twin towers of poverty and privilege. And I will stand even taller And loom even larger And find more and more insidious ways To take over your consciousness and continue to hold the world in sway.